Clover spotted a particularly radiant rose nestled amongst others blooming just outside her apartment building. The vibrant hues of the flower beckoned her, and without a second thought, she plucked it forcefully, envisioning the photo she would share online. As she carefully staged the scene...
Frankie was sulking in the shadows of the church, his presence, a ghostly silhouette within its hallowed walls. He sat at a pew holding an aged photograph of a busty saloon girl with her hand clasped around a pint glass. She resembled someone he’d once cherished. “Mr Franklin Adams - my oh my...